Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.